Thesaurus Rex (Explicit)

It's highly necessary

To grab your dictionary

Some might even call

Me some what of a visionary

Not afraid of beef

Never sensitive to dairy

Put a mic in front of me

And rap's the corollary

I'll deviate from whatever trends

You try to follow

I'm just trying to get

Ahead of y'all, like Sleepy Hollow

I'm like a viking

Who means business, call me Rollo

Aim for the stars and blow up

I'm the first Apollo

I'll elucidate this subject

Here's a verbal combo

Hitting you below the belt

Get turned into a bongo

Welcome to my grotto

We conduct experiments

Because your style is so dead

In an anachronistic sense

Your skull is too dense

To approach my craft

You shall not pass

I am Gandalf with the staff

Wield a dwarven axe

Got the beard to back it up

Like a butcher with no arms

You wouldn't even make the cut

So complex, Thesaurus Rex

This whole song is an IQ test

Part of a dying breed

But I've planted a seed

In your mind and we're growing a tree

Started writing as a child

Back in '89

Barely knew about hiphop

But was destined to rhyme

And my function was to turn

Words into mass destruction

I'll erase your memories

Like alien abductions

I will bring the fire

Like spontaneous combustions

Rappers acting tough

When they rush in

But i will crush em

With the weight of Words

My whole style is a riddle

This is not a tarradiddle

I am never second fiddle

Never Malcolm in the middle

I am always on the top

Messure my ability

In gigawattz and terraflops

Rappers tryna eavesdrop

When I'm making hip-hop

But like sudden constipation

I'ma make that **** stop

Let's make a pitstop

At the rapping giftshop

And have the clerk wrap up

My words for you, brain pop

Gray matter on the walls

Body on the floor

When I grab the microphone

You know it's all out war

So complex, Thesaurus Rex

This whole song is an IQ test

Part of a dying breed

But I've planted a seed

In your mind

And we're growing a tree

So complex, Thesaurus Rex

This whole song is an IQ test

Part of a dying breed

But I've planted a seed

In your mind

And we're growing a tree